Old Liu continued: "The Feng Shui master had a very special way of removing the coffin. He had someone dig a hole under the dragon tree, drilled in, and covered the coffin with a black cloth before someone removed the coffin from the grave.

He was pulled out of the coffin. Because he had the coffin covered, no one could see what the coffin looked like."

"The Feng Shui master directed his men to carry the coffin down the mountain. Unexpectedly, when crossing a bridge, an accident occurred and the man and the coffin fell into the water."

"The military governor also sent people to salvage the coffin, but found nothing. This matter will be dropped."

"Because everyone present at the time was dead, so no one can explain clearly what happened at that time. The person who told me about this matter didn't know where he heard the news from. I know that, too.

That’s all.”

After Lao Liu finished speaking, I couldn't help but frown.

Lao Liu said: "I didn't pay attention to this matter at the time, so I didn't inquire about it carefully. It was my negligence."

I waved my hand and said, "I don't blame you!"

If I were put in Lao Liu's place, I wouldn't care about the coffin either. It's something that the master doesn't care about. Why should a master check the past out of curiosity?

I said to myself: "It would be great if I could find someone who was there at the time and ask about it!"

Lao Liu said: "I can't find the person for sure. But, ghost, maybe I can borrow it for use?"

Old Liu explained: "Back then, there was an engineer battalion commander under the governor, named Gong Fugui. That man had some connections with the thieves, and he specialized in digging graves for the governor."

"He was fine that time. I think he must know something? Because since then he has been discharged from the army and returned to his hometown. The place where the man lives is really not far from here. Maybe you can get it if you find him

Something useful."

I didn't have high hopes for finding Gong Fugui: "That guy must have been dead for decades, right? He might have been reincarnated long ago."

"Really not!" Old Liu said with a smile: "A while ago, when Old Zhao was searching for wandering ghosts, some ghosts mentioned him. Now he has become the little leader among the wild ghosts. Originally, I planned to wait for a few days.

I went to look for him personally, but now it seems that the only thing my boss can do is come forward."

My eyes suddenly lit up: "Where is he? Give me the address."

After Lao Liu wrote me an address, I didn't even wait for a minute before I called Shang Feng Ruoxing and rushed over with Ye Yang and Xia Mengying according to the location on the address.

The way warlocks collect intelligence is different from ordinary people. If you want to establish an intelligence network in the secular world, you must have a huge amount of funds and connections to support it, and you even need to train specialized intelligence personnel.

Warlocks don't have to go to such trouble. As long as they establish a good relationship with ghosts, they can build a huge intelligence network with a small number of manpower.

However, this method also has serious drawbacks, that is, ghosts cannot enter everywhere, especially lonely ghosts without foundations. If they encounter house-holding magic tools or even Feng Shui ornaments, they will not work. Not to mention

It's said to be a place like Gongmen or Zongmen.

The bigger the warlock's intelligence network is, the stronger the ghosts are needed. This is not only a transaction between the warlock and the ghost, but also depends on the cultivation level of the warlock himself.

I haven't asked how far Zhao Ci's intelligence network has developed, but it makes sense that he can contact local ghosts.

I followed the address given to me by Lao Liu and found a dilapidated house that had been empty for who knows how many years. I lit three sticks of yellow incense inside, picked up a handful of yellow paper, lit it on fire and threw it outside the door.

This is called "throwing money" in the art, which means tossing money to wandering ghosts who are "begging for food" to induce friendship.

After a while, all the money I scattered outside was snatched away by the wild ghosts who came over. A relatively well-dressed ghost bowed his hand to me: "Sir, what are your orders?"

I said: "I am looking for a person named Gong Fugui, can you find him?"

"Um..." The ghost hesitated for a moment: "Master Gong, he usually doesn't see outsiders."

I glanced at Feng Ruoxing, who took out a bunch of "gold ingots" burned to the dead from his backpack, lit them and threw them outside. There is a folk saying that "one gold is worth ten thousand coins". Feng Ruoxing did this.

The reward was not small, but the ghost still refused to speak.

I said calmly: "Go and tell Gong Fugui that I have a man named Zhao Ci who I have approached before. This time I am here to make a deal with him in person. If you bring me the money, the money will be yours."

The ghost's eyes lit up and he hurriedly collected the money: "Master, please wait a moment, I will go over and send you a message."

Not long after the ghost left, he came over with a man wearing an old military uniform.

I looked the other person up and down, raised my hand and made a gesture: "Liang Jie Tang Li Po, I have met Mr. Gong."

The other party just handed over his hand, and I put it down: "My friend is not Gong Fugui, so please come back! Tell Gong Fugui that when doing business in Liangjietang, we need to be brave. Since he doesn't have the guts to cooperate with me, then...

Don't stop me from doing business with others. Otherwise, he knows the consequences!"
Chapter completed!